Hey um, I stutter.Well, I think sometimes,in my head it's all smooth—but it's a dragged messout my mouth.Though sometimes I wantto talk how I want,but there's this thing that makesmy eyes uneasy,the voice shaking, afraid, andoh, heart's a wrecked boat.Then the feeling, the urge to cry,comes back to life with a saw.At that moment, it was like…

…the past haunting.

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